ကၽြန္မၾကိဳက္တဲ့ကဗ်ာမ်ား (မႏွင္း)

 
British Council Library  မွာ စာသြားဖတ္တုန္းက ကဗ်ာစာအုပ္ ပါးပါးေလးထဲကေန  ၾကိဳက္လုိ႕ကူးထားခဲ့တဲ့ ကဗ်ာေလးေတြေရာ၊ တစ္ျခားစာအုပ္ထဲက ကဗ်ာေလး ေတြေရာပါ  ပါတယ္။ ကၽြန္မ ကဗ်ာတုိင္းကုိေတာ့ မခံစားတက္ပါဘူး။  ခံစားလုိ႕ရတဲ့ ကဗ်ာေလးေတြကုိေတာ့ ဖတ္ျဖစ္ပါတယ္။ The Shadow  ,The Road Not Taken  နဲ႕ Time Racing  ကုိေတာ့ အၾကိဳက္ဆံုးပါပဲ ။

 

Love & Sorrow

Marvelous   music   moves   in the wind.

Words of deep wonder wander   by.

Love   is   the   lasting   lesson   they  send.

“Our   is  for always ’’, we each reply.

Sorrow   surrounding   sets off clearer

How each is for each (  and  everyday )

Comfort   &  closeness  ,  clasping  nearer

The love we live   by  that  lights our way.

The weather has wakened this wild song.

It sings beyond sadness, wise & sweet

Our hearts rise high, and hope grow strong.

From downpour ,from darkness dawns love  complete.

 

The Gift

From where and  whom  ?  Why   ask , in torment

All   life   long  when ,while we live ,we live in it?

As pointless to ask for the truth in epiphanies

That throb in the fire, rustle  ,then fall  into ash; or

Why stars are not black in a white firmament.

Enough that it was given , green  as of  right  ,when ,

Equally possible,  nothing  might  ever  have  been

By JOHN ORMOND

(literary)firmament =the sky

(literary) epiphany=a moment when you suddenly  realize or understand something important

 

   Ignorance

Strange to know   nothing  , never to be  sure of

What   is  true or  right or real,

But forced to   qualify   or so I feel,

Or  Well  , it does seem  so:

Someone must know

Strange  to  ignorant  of the ways things work:

Their skills at finding what they need,

Their sense of shape , and punctual spread of seed

Yes, it is strange,

Even to wear such knowledge – for  our flesh

Surrounds us with its own decisions-

And yet spend all our life on imprecision,

Have no idea  why .

Imprecision= not exact, accurate  or clear

PHILIP LARKIN

 

Salt

(  I  love you as fresh meat loves salt )

There is a kind of love that want for nothing

merely time to wade deep in the salt waters

of eyes so wise they need  no words to say  .

There is a  love ,kind of  love that arises  smiling from

separate beds in separate towns

rejoicing in the existence of the other.

This love needs no  promises ,no ceremonies

Its every shared meal is a dedication,
                                  every seasoned memory an affirmation.                                   

ANGELA TOPPING

Rejoicing=(literary ) a time when people celebrate & express feelings of great happiness

 

Time  Racing

Time  race   in the clock , and   we 

His flying feet can hear.

This  seasons  turn  and bolt  and  free

Quick as white tail deer.

I fear you  time . I fear your feet.

Faster  and  Faster  they speed and

Our happy life complete

Shortens with everyday

I fear you ,seasons, fear your turn,

Bolting so fast  and  far.

Watching every year speed up ,

I yearn  for the slowness of a star .

When were young, a season seemed

Like hour in an endless  ring.

We then each other only dreamed,

Our queen of  hearts or king.

Those dreams fulfilled, each other found,

We watch our late time run .

Wary of  speed , we trust  he’s bound.

For a goal beyond the sun .

(ROBERT CALDWELL  STEWARD)

 

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood

And sorry I could not travel  both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other ,as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear

Though as for the passing  there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black

Oh,I kept the first for the another day!

Yet knowing how ways lead onto way

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence;

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood , and  I -----

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made   all   the difference.

Robert Frost (1916 )

 

The Shadow

  Follow a shadow,it still files you ;
Seem to fly it,it will purse:
So court a mistress,she denies you;
Let her alone,she will court you
Say,are not women truly,then,
Styled but the shadows of us men?
At morn and even,shadows are longest;
At noon they arrrre or short or none:
So men are weakest,they are strongest,
But grant us perfect,they are not women truly, then,
Styled but the shadows of us men ?
by Ben Jonson [1573-1637]

အရိပ္

အရိပ္ကုိ သင္လုိက္ က ၊
သင့္ထံမွ ထြက္ေျပးသည္ ။
သင္ထား၍  လွည့္ျပန္ေျပးက
အရိပ္ကေလး  သင့္ေနာက္ကုိလုိက္မည္။    ။
ထုိနည္းတူ ပ်ိဳ တစ္ဦးကုိ
ခ်စ္ဖူးငံုေပးဖုိ႕ရည္
ျငင္းလိမ့္မည္ မွန္မလြဲ။    ။
သူ႕ကိုသာ သင္မဆြတ္က
တိမ္းညြတ္မည္ သင့္ကုိသာပဲ။     ။
ဟန္လုပ္တာ အမ်ိဳးသမီးမ်ားလား ။
               အရိပ္ပမာ အမ်ိဳးသားမ်ားလား ။          ။
အရိပ္မ်ားရွည္လုိ႕ထြက္ ၊
နံနက္ႏွင့္  ညေနမွာ ။
မြန္းတည့္ခ်ိန္ အရိပ္မထြက္
တုိလ်က္ မျမင္သာ ။
ထုိနည္းတူ အမ်ိဳးသားတုိ႕
အားအနည္းဆံုး  ဆုိစရာ
သူတို႕မွာ  အားၾကီးေပစြ ။         ။
ျပီးျပည့္စံုဘ၀ေပး
သူတုိ႕ေလးေတြ မသိရွာၾက ။
ဟန္လုပ္တာ အမ်ိဳးသမီးေတြလား ။
                 အရိပ္ ပမာ အမ်ိဳးသားေတြလား ။             ။

 

What Are Heavy ?

What are heavy ? Sea-sand and sorrow.
What are brief ? Today and tomorrow .
What are frail ? Spring blossom and youth .
What are deep ? The ocean and truth .
by Christina Rossetti

အေျဖရွာပါ

ေၾကကြဲမႈ႕   ႏွင့္   ပင္ လယ္သဲ
အဘယ္ဟာ က  ပုိ၍ ေလးပင္ သလဲ။
သည္ယေန႕ ႏွင့္  နက္ ျဖန္ခါ
ဘယ္အခါ   က  တုိေတာင္းတာ ။
ႏုပ်ိဳျခင္း    ႏွင့္  ေႏြပန္းပြင့္ေတြ
ႏြမ္းေလ်ာ္လြယ္တာ ဘယ္အရာေပ ။
သမုဒၵရာႏွင့္  သစၥာတရား
နက္ရွႈိင္းတာ ကုိ ေျပာပါ လား ။

Remember

Remember me when I am gone away,

Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.

by  Christina Georgina Rossetti

 

Alone

From childhood's hour I have not been

As others were; I have not seen

As others saw; I could not bring

My passions from a common spring.

From the same source I have not taken

My sorrow; I could not awaken

My heart to joy at the same tone;

And all I loved, I loved alone.

Then- in my childhood, in the dawn

Of a most stormy life- was drawn

From every depth of good and ill

The mystery which binds me still:

From the torrent, or the fountain,

From the red cliff of the mountain,

From the sun that round me rolled

In its autumn tint of gold,

From the lightning in the sky

As it passed me flying by,

From the thunder and the storm,

And the cloud that took the form

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

Of a demon in my view.

By Edgar Allan Poe

I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You

I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.
Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.
In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.

By Pablo Neruda

All the World's a Stage

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

By William Shakespeare

The Life That I Have

The Life That I Have

Is all that I have
And the life that I have
Is yours
The love that I have
Of the life that I have
Is yours and yours and yours.
A sleep I shall have
A rest I shall have
Yet death will be but a pause
For the peace of my years
In the long green grass
Will be yours and yours and yours.

By Leo Marks